I met the Fisheries Minister
Of a sad and distant land
Whose gaze was far from sinister
As he shook me by the hand.
He’d come to purchase trawlers
For his home across the sea
But the route was wild and lawless
So he’d need sea dogs like me.
Sailing a boat to Somalia
What a crazy thing to do
But it’s more than an adventure
For the captain and the crew.
From the Pearl of the Indian Ocean
We’ll embark and aim due west
In the hope that such a notion
Might inspire the dispossessed.
Our leaving cannot be delayed
But first we need a plan
For distributing urgent aid’s
A test for any man.
Sailing a boat to Somalia
What a crazy thing to do
But its people know great hunger
With provisions very few.
For years the pirates’ misdeeds
Brought most shipping to its knees
While first amongst the proceeds
Were their bitter abductees.
Now modern warships give them chase
And counter force with force
To rid the sea-lanes of all trace
Of those who won’t change course.
Sailing a boat to Somalia
What a crazy thing to do
But although we’ll dance with danger
With some luck we’ll make it through.
A long uncertain passage
But we’ll overcome our fear
And make damn sure our message
Rattles every racketeer.
The raiders must return to land
And bid farewell to war
For hostages and contraband
Can’t feed the sick and poor.
Sailing a boat to Somalia
What a crazy thing to do
But the people need a saviour
As he’s long been overdue.